I have to start this post by saying that when we walked in and were paying the $10 per person admission fee, the woman asked where we were from. When I said, "Memphis," she responded with this:
"Memphis sounds like a nice place to get away from."
She seemed to have a bad impression of my hometown. I wanted to tell her that at least in Memphis we don't insult our tourists. But I didn't. Because I'm not rude. Unlike her. I'd rather be a pleasant ambassador for Memphis, and I hope her opinion of us isn't worse for our interchange. She seemed amazed when I told her I liked Memphis, so improving her opinion of my river city wasn't going to happen.
Once you run the insult gauntlet getting into the museum, the cars are fun. There were a variety of cars and other vehicles dating from 1904-1967. The Husband got a kick out of the 1933 LaSalle:
because it reminded him of the All in the Family theme song line "Gee, our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days":
Here's a video The Younger Son took:
of a 1937 Packard that purportedly belonged to Mae West. The music you hear is from a vintage player piano that still works when you put money in it.
This 1923 Climber:
is one of only two known to exist.
This 1967 Cadillac Fleetwood Seventy-Five:
was one of the cars of Winthrop Rockefeller (Arkansas governor from 1967-1971), who was instrumental in founding the museum.
This 1963 Lincoln Continental belonged to JFK:
There's a list here of the museum's displays, which include an antique gun collection
and a collection of Arkansas license plates. It was an enjoyable change of pace from the trails on a day when it threatened to rain.